Saturday, January 17, 2015
On the road to healthy again
Since I had been cleaning out Rio's hay barn and shoveling horsepoop and hay, in a bit of wind, that is what triggered it. But, after 5 days and worsening, I deemed it time to move the level of care up to the professionals. They did do a nasal swab (my first--really a lot of fun!) and a blood test to rule out flu and anything else that might be lurking in terms of infection, but that was all fine. Medicated up, soup, lots of fluids, and all afternoon in bed and I felt much better by nightfall. Although I did not sleep last night (likely due to being medicated up--note, that is different from medicated--medicated up is the whole package when you have so much going on in your system, everything is haywire) I had a fairly restful night with little episodes of coughing, and feel way better this morning.
The sun is shining and the temperature will be in the low 50s, so I am a bit miffed. I wanted to go to Mound Bayou to the fundraiser for the Taborian Hospital (Urgent Care Clinic) being held today. I have not seen the clinic since the restoration of the building, and today is such a beautiful day for taking pictures, and a drive through the Delta in the hope of seeing snow geese in the fields. I carefully weighed it though, and reminded myself that if I keep putting off taking care of myself, it takes its toll eventually. The toll basket is full at the moment.
Generally, I look out the kitchen window to see if Rio is at the side gate, next to where his feed and water and shed are. When it is getting close to feeding time and he is not out there, I walk down and to the other side of the shop to see if he is at the east gate. Sometimes, he stands at that one, watching to see if we come out the other door or drive in if we have been gone. His other favorite spot is to stand by the window of the shop and he can see if someone comes in and turns on the light. When we do, then he heads in his circle around the woodpile and takes up his stance at the gate to wait for his treat or handful of feed, makes the circle again, and goes to the feed bin.
Sometimes, I think I should be more like Rio--with a routine of rising and sleeping, lots of walking, uncompromising affection and loyalty, and more patience.